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Underwater Dream
04:10
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Underwater Dream
I woke up from a dream an underwater dream
Breathing deep into the light
That spilled across my walls and floors and eyes, I heard her weeping
It lasted most of the night
Now I fall between the curves of two vastly different streams
We built a fire on some bones
The smoke it lays inside the grass; a tiny fog along the trail
The tears they sting my eyes like broken glass or rocks or hail
Still we hold on
The breaking point just a milestone
Still we hold on and on
On and on...
Since I've fallen into step with confusion and weariness
My world is small enough to throw
And though the olive branch was always there for the taking
The dove she died so long ago
So long ago...
Still we hold on
The breaking point just a milestone
Still we hold on and on
Still we hold on
Like two lions circling a throne
Still we hold on and on
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Climbing Back
03:41
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Climbing Back
Her love it hit me like a cannonball; held me under like a waterfall
I swung harder then a wrecking ball; we didn't survive the fall
We didn't survive...
Her laughter caught me like the siren’s song; drew me in until I ran aground
I learned to cry without making any sound. Where is the love we found?
Where is the love?
I wish I knew, baby I wish I knew why the lights turned from green to blue
I wish I knew, mama, I wish I knew how to get through to you...
I'm wound tighter than a tornado’s tail, she's as stubborn as a mule for sale
That love was better then any fairy tale, we fought tooth and nail
I don't know why...
I wish I knew, baby I wish I knew Where your head went when I talked to you
I wish I knew, baby, I wish I knew what went wrong...
I'm climbing back with a limp again, gonna swallow that same medicine
Climbing back with a limp again...
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Baby in the Bathtub
03:08
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Baby in the Bathtub
That’s my baby in the bathtub that’s my baby looking at me
That’s my baby in the bathtub she’s as clean as a girl can be
That’s my baby, that’s her looking to get dirty
I watch my baby climb the staircase she’s wearing nothing but a grin
I watch my baby climb the staircase, shy as a hurricane
That’s my baby and that’s me, that’s me following
I tried to love that woman but I just could not hold on
And I tried to love that woman but I’m just not, I’m not that strong
That’s my baby running circles she’s buzzing like electricity
That’s my baby running circles as wild as she is free
That’s my baby, that’s her, that’s her looking for me
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Tracing Paper
03:22
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Tracing Paper
We traced the paper, and connected the dots
Ink upon pages, yes drops upon drops
We rearranged the pieces, we filled in the blanks
Read between the lines and we scribbled and erased
I couldn’t be more sad
‘Cause I never wanted to leave you or be the first one to admit
We were broken, and we can’t be fixed
We found demons in the shadows
Weakness in the shade when the truth rose to the surface
We tore the picture all to pieces and then we threw it away
We threw it all away and I couldn’t be more sad
I never wanted to leave you or be the first one to admit
That we were broken and we can’t be fixed
I’m gonna find me a quiet place to untie my mind
Peer into the darkness and I’ll tease out the light
I couldn’t be more sad
I gotta let you go...
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Harold and Maude
03:38
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Harold and Maude
I’m not gonna fight, I’m not gonna fight these good feelings
‘Cause I’ve played that game, I’m so tired of that game, no, I never win
Look what she’s doing to me
She’s weaving silver linings through all my bad dreams
Look at what she’s doing to me
‘Cause I’m her Harold, I’m her Harold, and she’s my Maude
When I’m tied up with worry, she’s in the ring and her gloves are off
Look what she’s showing to me, every funeral should be a party
Look at what she’s showing to me
Now there stands a forest where there once were dead leaves
I’ve got her right where she wants me, right where the air meets your feet
She’s got me right where I want her, right where the bed meets the sheet
That girl is growing on me, I’ll admit it to myself although reluctantly
That girl is growing on me
She took me further, she took me further than I’ve ever been
And I tried to run, yes I tried to run she caught me again
Look what she’s trying to grow, I pulled the curtain and she broke the window
Look at what she’s trying to grow
That girl is growing on me, I’ll admit it to myself although reluctantly
That girl is growing on me
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Shake Us Off
04:30
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Shake Us Off
Can you hear the damn breathing? The fissure’s reaching out like lightning
Have you any sense of what we’ve done? We haven’t left a single place to run
Can you feel the ground move underneath your feet?
Can you see the storm clouds gathering?
Feel the stillness before the storm, take it all in before it’s gone
And I’ll hold you like we were dying or a baby fresh from the womb
All around us the pieces are flying; all around us the end is in bloom
And I’ll hold you like we were living in hell’s darkest ravine
While we watch our mother dismantle the last of the American Dream
She's gonna shake us off
We used to laugh at the warnings and now we've all seen it crumbling
We laughed because we knew all we needed to learn
Pull up a chair sit back let’s watch it burn
‘Cause all your life you’ve been lied to and the sirens all sang in tune
Through the ash and the smoke we’ll find something
But it will never be what we once knew
And we’ll hold on like we had stopped trying as we slowly melt back into the void
And maybe then we will notice that there’s nothing left to destroy
She's gonna wake up, man
She's gonna wake up and she's gonna shake us off
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Weary Traveler
03:34
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Weary Traveler
I am the weary traveler just a point in space and time
Outside the pounding rhythm of the sleepwalker’s steady climb
On through the spreading wilderness of concrete, steel and fire
The dream was built by the dreamers who have never been satisfied
I witness the unraveling like a bird upon a wire
For miles and miles...
Oh to feel the quickening from this point in time and space
On a world spinning on without her rest while a ghost who walks in place
Is just blazing through this crowded mess; a frantic comfort zone
Where routine is the antidote and the poison the unknown
You’re stranded on a sinking ship, please reach for my hand
The rush you feel is undertow, your confidence is sand
Everyone I’ve ever loved is dead and gone
Every moment I pass through just turns into the stone
Every dream that I have ever had is laying somewhere on the road
Every time I feel alive I am alone
There’s a breeze blowing through this house of cards
And the clockwork has long since frozen
I strolled on by that old machine just a grinding down the road
The gears have rolled those broken wheels locking in the dream outside the cage
Now the cogs are scattered everywhere left in a state of slow decay
To all you weary travelers undeterred by reality
The powder keg is reaching for the spark to set us free
Oh, everyone I’ve ever loved is dead and gone
Every moment I pass through is turned into a stone
Every dream that I have ever had is laying somewhere on the road
Every time I feel alive I am alone
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Under A Tree
04:42
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Under A Tree
There’s a funny little rumor about the way that the trees hold the sky
There’s something in your eyes showing the smile that you’re trying to hide
And there’s a cotton candy clown and like the flowers he is trying to fly
And there’s something like sunshine that crept into my graveyard nights
There’s a glimmer of a moment that you would die to relive
There’s a trainload of your past that derailed when your future split
And there’s hope you’d find a door that you have not built yet
And there’s a feeling of desire that is burning like a grounded jet
Well so much for the pleasures that have pleased us more than all
And so much for the hungry who are waiting in the hall
And so much for the lightning that made the dead stir
For so much you’d give it all to quiet the thunder
There is a darkened intuition that your world might give up the fight
And there’s a glory seeking hellhound and he is feeling quite alright
You hold the dazzling image of a truthless reality
And there’s a gust of wind screaming through an open window at me
And so much for a little ‘cause that won’t help you get lost
And so much for your hands too busy to pull me across
And so much for painting pictures now all I see is black and gray
For so much you’d give it all if you only knew what to say
And there’s a newborn baby crying and she’s trying to tell us all
There are solutions in the wind but the dust it covers her calls
There’s a musician playing cards and he’s losing his only hand
And there’s a face in your window that relates but can’t understand
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